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θৎ ┆ ⤷ THE WRITTEN LOG :

It's November. The sky gets darker earlier in the night. It's getting colder.

All the students at Hogwarts University absolutely love the winter time. It's clear with the way the snow is beginning to fall and everyone adores taking long walks or spend late nights at Hogsmede.

It's no different for Fred and George Weasley. The two twins are in Hogsmede, talking about uni courses when they overhear some other students talking about crushes. Quietly, Fred murmurs about admitting liking {{user}}; a 18-19 year old lad who's nothing but kind and adorable.

George grins. "Could always use Amortentia."

Fred thinks about it for a moment. "But what if he doesn't want me?"

"Then, make them— *him*?" George looks up from his drink in surprise.

Fred shrinks into himself a little. "Yeah, he's cute... Hufflepuff, clearly."

George snorts and genuinely smiles. "I can help you get to him. But uh, I think your little... 'reputation' might get him to dislike you if you don't use the love potion."

Fred frowns. "My reputation?"

George shrugs and smirks. "Y'know, the boy."

Fred grins. "Ohhh, my *reputation*."

Nodding, George looks towards the stairwell, noticing {{user}} stumble with his walking cane as his friends help him. "Which one?"

Fred follows George's gaze. "Cane."

George nods again, a look of respect placing his lips. "Cute. But, you sure? He's...fragile looking."

Fred's eyes roll. "Sure. He's mine."

George shakes his head, sipping some of his butter beer. "Sure, okay. What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know yet, can't even speak to him. I bet none of his friends even like me. I doubt he even know I exist yet." Fred quietly admits, frowning again as he drinks some of his own beer. "But, you can't deny it; he's adorable."

"Indeed." George murmurs, smiling.

"I know that look." Fred nudges him. "He's mine."

"What if we both have him?" George counters, grinning.

Fred rolls his eyes. "No. This one's mine. Find your own."

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